KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Anyone who needed help in Halo would get help from him. The town and its people had raised him as much as his actual family had, and there wasn't really anything he wouldn't do to repay the debt. It was true that Korbin resented the outlanders that held the power, but the captain was one of them, Halovian born and bred. And the Shields were meant to keep the people safe.
So, the decision to respond to the request was really not a hard one. He might not be the most enthusiastic trainee when it came to fighting, but he did it all the same. And they were here to build, not fight. All was well.
Hands in pockets, Korbin followed in the wake of his sister, bundled up well against the cold, unlike Weaver. He didn't have the advantage of her Academy magics, but the cold and the fur clothes really wasn't a hindrance to him.
"Captain," he nodded, with an easy smile and the usual humorous glitter in his eyes. "The palace food better as good as they say, or I'll be terribly disappointed." Settling in beside Weaver, he casually rested an elbow on the top of her head, as it was in such a comfortable height for it.
So, the decision to respond to the request was really not a hard one. He might not be the most enthusiastic trainee when it came to fighting, but he did it all the same. And they were here to build, not fight. All was well.
Hands in pockets, Korbin followed in the wake of his sister, bundled up well against the cold, unlike Weaver. He didn't have the advantage of her Academy magics, but the cold and the fur clothes really wasn't a hindrance to him.
"Captain," he nodded, with an easy smile and the usual humorous glitter in his eyes. "The palace food better as good as they say, or I'll be terribly disappointed." Settling in beside Weaver, he casually rested an elbow on the top of her head, as it was in such a comfortable height for it.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
